Noël Coward was nothing if not stylish. From the dashing, sometimes risqué, often wickedly funny characters in the 50 or so plays he wrote to his debonair public persona, Coward was ever a man with a certain something.

And Everyman’s production of Private Lives, Coward’s 1930s comedy of manners about what one might call a star-crossed divorce, lives up to its writer. Directed by Carl Schurr in his directing debut at Everyman, the production is engaging, funny, gorgeous to look upon, and oozing with style, down to the 1920s art deco posters on the wall and the perfectly marcelled hair of the female characters. After the powerful gravity of A Raisin in the Sun, the production is a welcome bit of devilish fluff (with, nevertheless, some universal truths within, should you choose to look for them). So welcome, in fact, that the run has already been extended for a week.

The play opens as two ex-spouses, Amanda Prynne (Deborah Hazlett) and Elyot Chase (Bruce Randolph Nelson), are accidentally honeymooning with their new significant others at the same hotel in France. Once Amanda and Elyot catch sight of one another, they quickly realize they are still in love—and, not incidentally, still prone to vicious bickering. Pandemonium ensues.

On opening night of the production, Everyman Artistic Director Vincent Lancisi told the crowd with a wink: “If you don’t have it in your sets and costumes, honey, you don’t have Noël Coward.” And, indeed, the first thing one notices about this production is the lovely, intricate set. The first act takes place on the terrace of the hotel, a long white balcony with art deco details over the French doors, through which characters constantly enter and exit, just missing each other in classic comic style. The set change for the second act is astonishingly thorough: Suddenly we are in a lush Parisian flat with plum-colored walls, where Amanda and Elyot have fled together. The walls feature contrasting decorative trim, sconces, art; even the corners of the room that are scarcely visible are flawless, lacking any touch of anachronism and, what is more, creating a sense of place that a mere stock portrayal of a period home would not.

Details like these are not just eye candy. They draw one into the story—oh, to have a living room like that!—and also sometimes serve to emphasize a punch line. Private Lives has a highly symmetrical structure; it is from the comparisons between couples that much of the comedy arises. Amanda and Elyot are worldly, wild, and by turns passionate and cynical. Their respective new spouses, Victor Prynne (Peter Wray) and Sibyl Chase (Erin Lindsey Krom) are well meaning, naive, and dull. Many seemingly incidental details in this production play up these differences. For instance, in one scene, Sibyl, all rosy cheeks and delicate femininity, dresses for dinner in a pink lace confection with rhinestones and flounce. Amanda’s dress is also of the era, but hers is a slinky blue silk with sleeves cut to reveal the upper arms. One is a woman and one is a girl, and the costumes do nearly as much as the characters to get this across.

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